SomedayA Poem by Benjamin Seymour
The last place I wanted to be Was in yet another junkie squat Breathing in second hand smoke Over the counter of an old tobacconists Some things in this life I think I might miss But not this Light filters through the folded shutters A morning from which I tried to hide Isolating the patches of smog I took a peek out onto the world outside And have a glance at what life should be like A contrast to my life Forgotten but not irrevocably I’ll emerge from this someday Very nearly threw this much away Time to make something of this day © 2008 Benjamin SeymourReviews
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4 Reviews Added on March 19, 2008 AuthorBenjamin SeymourBarcelona, Spain, SpainAbout"All your friends and sedatives mean well but make it worse" Writing is just talking with a pen. And I talk too much anyway. more..Writing
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